Page 218 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
But that's no guarantee that whoever has her right now isn't planning on hurting her soon.
The radio of the bailiff escorting us crackles to life. "Found him. He's knocked out cold. We need medical on the scene immediately."
The four of us run through the hallways to the location given to us. The scene is just as they described it on the radio: the man is crumpled on the floor, bleeding from a blow to the head.
"Looks like it was made with the butt of a gun," Stone scowls.
"You think that's what made Reyna leave without calling attention to anything?" I ask.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Stone nods.
"Hey, where's the nearest exit?" Killian says. With the amount of dominance rolling off of him, his command is almost a bark. He's barely holding himself together.
To be fair, I think all of us are barely holding it together. My fingertips won't stop tapping. I wish I had my computer athome right now. Or at the very least, my laptop. I can barely do anything with a phone. I'm practically useless right now.
"Here, let me show you," The first bailiff says, running a hand through his hair.
He only manages to bring us down a couple of hallways before another pang of terror twists in my chest. The three of us nearly gasp in unison.
"What the hell was that?" Killian growls, his eyes wide.
"Is everything okay?" The bailiff asks with wide eyes.
"Our mate. She's in trouble," Stone grits out.
Then we hear it.
A gunshot.
Coming from outside the courthouse.
Oh no. Oh God, no.
It's hard to decipher what's pain and what's fear, especially when it mixes with my own terror for Reyna.
The world explodes into action around me, but I stay frozen in place.
The bailiff immediately starts speaking into the radio.
Stone does the same, pulling out his phone and speaking with someone on the other end of the line about shots fired.
Killian starts running, following along the flickering neon exit signs.
I feel fucking useless. So fucking useless. I'm so terrified I can't even move.
I imagine Reyna bleeding out from a gunshot, her storm gray eyes devoid of life. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we lost her. Especially if we lost her like that.
I grip my head in my hands, tugging at my hair until my scalp burns. The pain grounds me just enough to get some sense back.
I imagine her smiling up at me with that mischievous grin of hers, her cheeks flushed from her heat. The moment right after she made me hers. Her bonded mate. Her alpha.
I shake my head. I have to pull myself fucking together. Reyna needs our help.
Before I know it, my feet are pounding against the ground as I follow Killian.
I just barely make it around the corner quick enough to see the exit door slamming shut behind Killian. Maybe I need to exercise more. My heart is pounding right now and I can't really tell whether it's from the adrenaline or the running.
I push the exit door open with a bang and freeze. Killian is bent over, dry heaving.
